...my friend. Took her out to her first bar called "The Big Bang". If you guys are ever in St. Louis, go to this bar (it's just a couple blocks from the Mississippi River, right under the MLK bridge). It's got its own band with dueling pianos. They take requests all night long.
Anyway, many drinks around. Between two tabs (one at the bar, and one with our waittress), I ended up spending $150. My voice may be permanently damaged from yelling/drunken singing. My sober driver friend managed to nab himself 6 shot glasses (the benefit of having baggy, pocket-beriddled pants), and I got confronted by a drunk guy.
Apparently, he had spilled beer on one guy, and mistook me for this guy. He (and I'm only on my first beer) leans over to me and says, "Man, I'm sorry. My ears are burning."
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that," I reply, oblivious to the beer-spilling.
"What?"
"(louder)I'm sorry to hear that. I'm afraid there's nothing I can do about that!"
"WHOA, MAN! Don't hit the face! Not the face!"
"Not the face?"
"No, don't hit the face!"
"Oh, okay, I won't hit your face."
"Whoa, whoa, okay, tough guy! I'm walking away! Just don't hit the face!"
He stumbled away, drink in hand.
But it was a good start to the evening. 
So, yes, in conclusion: go to The Big Bang if you're ever in St. Louis. Definitely worth at least the $5 cover.
Anyway, many drinks around. Between two tabs (one at the bar, and one with our waittress), I ended up spending $150. My voice may be permanently damaged from yelling/drunken singing. My sober driver friend managed to nab himself 6 shot glasses (the benefit of having baggy, pocket-beriddled pants), and I got confronted by a drunk guy.
Apparently, he had spilled beer on one guy, and mistook me for this guy. He (and I'm only on my first beer) leans over to me and says, "Man, I'm sorry. My ears are burning."
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that," I reply, oblivious to the beer-spilling.
"What?"
"(louder)I'm sorry to hear that. I'm afraid there's nothing I can do about that!"
"WHOA, MAN! Don't hit the face! Not the face!"
"Not the face?"
"No, don't hit the face!"
"Oh, okay, I won't hit your face."
"Whoa, whoa, okay, tough guy! I'm walking away! Just don't hit the face!"
He stumbled away, drink in hand.
But it was a good start to the evening. So, yes, in conclusion: go to The Big Bang if you're ever in St. Louis. Definitely worth at least the $5 cover.
the idiot is the person who follows the idiot and your not following me your insulting me your following the path of a idiot so that makes you the idiot - LC Tusken
